I have not posted for quite a while. I did not die, dear readers, I had a fantastic time in the Dominican. I learned that I can travel with my sister from another mister in every way. We napped together, ate together, swam together, got drunk together, stumbled back to our room together and gave each other space. I admittedly need more together time than she does, but we made it work.

On our trip home, we sat behind the rudest woman. I’m supposed to finish that sentence with ‘that I ever met’, but I never had the displeasure of actually meeting her. I watched the back of her head shake in disapproval and I heard her complaining, but I didn’t actually see her face until she got up to go to the bathroom.

On our four hour flight, we were provided with complimentary non-alcoholic beverages. Food and alcohol were available for purchase. It was a smallish place with maybe 100 passengers, so the small beverage cart would reach us eventually. We were seated in row 13, so we really didn’t have to wait very long.

A stewardess approaches:

Stewardess: Can I get you anything to drink?

Shrew in Row 12: I asked him for something and he disappeared.

Stewardess: I apologize. Can I get you anything else while I go check on that for you?

Shrew in Row 12: I don’t know where he possibly could have gone. (Shaking her head like she is trying to get it to swivel off)

Stewardess: (keeping her smile on) I will go check.

Shrew: You do that.

Stewardess: He is getting your wine, ma’am. Anything else I can get for you?

Shrew: huffs

She actually said NOTHING in response to the request. She continued to shake her head for some unknown reason.

When the wine arrived, she took it from him without a thank you.

Rude.

Today on my subway ride to the train station, there was a couple having an extremely loud argument. Something about him working too much and leaving her to take care of several responsibilities. Lots of ‘fuck yous’ and ‘shit’ thrown around. At one point the man got up an tried to give them both some space. The woman kept yelling at him from across the aisle. I wondered whether it was street theatre or I was in an episode of ‘What would you do?’. I didn’t do anything except hope that the fight would not escalate.

Yelling at the top of their lungs and forcing the entire subway car to witness their unravelling? Rude.

As I type this entry, there is a woman beside me coughing into the air and sniffling. 🤢

No consideration for others. Rude.

1 Comment

  1. I hate it when I’m somewhere where there are rude people but I can’t escape. I wonder if that couple was doing some kind of performance art–maybe when they got to their destination, they stood up and bowed: “ACTING! THANK YOU!” like Jon Lovitz’s Master Thespian:-)

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